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“You don’t strike me as the kind of guy to hurt anyone if it’s not warranted.”
Again that tell tale glow of red light in his gaze. “And what do you know of me, pet?” he murmurs, his velvety smooth voice is rough now. He stalks over the floor toward me, a seductive roll in his hips.
I have the oddest feeling that he fucks the same way he walks. With a full body effort and all that muscle to back it up.
I step back as he keeps coming. My spine hits the wall, and I realize it is very dark and very empty in the hall save for the two of us. Swallowing, I flick my eyes over his face. “I don’t know you,” I whisper.
One pale hand presses into the wall beside my head. “Then tell me, pet, why would you assume I’m not dangerous?”
His spicy scent fills my head. Like amber, Old Spice, and dark chocolate. My knees weaken and I have to lick my lips to speak. “You are dangerous,” I breathe into the scant space between us. “Very. I just don’t think you hurt people without reason.”
He leans his head closer, his crimson gaze glowing behind those sleek midnight tendrils. “And, am I hurting you now?”
Something hot curls along my legs, sliding ever higher to caress over the lace barely covering me. Heat and need blooms inside my core like a flower. My chest heaves.
My body grows heavy, languid. Like I’ve already had four orgasms and I’m just floating in that soft white space following pleasure.
“What … what are you doing?” I demand. But even my voice is shaky. Tremulous with desire.
Another feral flash of his straight white teeth. “Nothing, pet.” He presses his other hand to the wall, boxing me in. He inhales and his eyes go heavy lidded. “I am not touching you.”
Still that silken touch caresses over me. I shift without meaning to, opening my legs in the hopes the press with delve where I need it.
His eyes flare and the color is not crimson, but rose and scarlet.
I stare into his gaze, noting the slim flecks and the striated pattern of his irises. The effect is amazing, unlike anything I have ever seen in a demon’s eyes. And, thanks to Azz, I’ve been around a lot of them.
The heat presses harder, drawing a soft moan from my lips and forcing my attention back onto the demon.
He growls softly and the sound vibrates through me, beading my nipples and dampening my already aroused flesh.
I reach for him, to press my lips to his and let him do whatever he is going to do.
It’s been so long. So very long since anyone made me feel so needy. So hungry for skin against mine.
My eyes close and I lean into him. Hoping for warm lips and a hard hand on my waist.
But there is nothing but cool air.
Frowning, I open my eyes to find an empty dark hall and no sexy demon in sight.
Chapter 5
Caine
I hover above the club, heart pounding and my cock aching. Desire swirls inside me like a storm. It’s a need that will not abate. That would have seen me take the human female up against the wall. To unleash the full force of my twisted lineage upon her.
Shaking, I pound my fist into my portal until my skin splits.
My chest heaves, but the ache forces the need to abate. It clears my head so I can think, but the woman’s pretty amber eyes keep resurfacing in my mind.
Eyes that had darkened to a rich bourbon in that hall. And her scent … I moan.
Like nectar from the scarcest delicacy of the Asmodean realm. The Blood Fruit. A succulent morsel with the sweetest juices that nothing on earth can compare to. The woman’s flavor would be just as delectable. As mouthwatering as her scent.
My gut clenches and my cock jerks in my jeans.
Damn it.
